In a perfect world, says Lord Russell, every sentient being would be to every other the object of the fullest love, compounded of delight, benevolence and understanding inextricably blended. It does not follow that, in this actual world, we ought to attempt to have such feelings towards all the sentient beings whom we encounter. The perfectly blended dissentient note of Russell elegantly captures the apparently ineffectual, antithetical relations this life poses as a conundrum. As I write these obscure, nondescript and, above all, words of little value, my mind, almost instantaneously, is posing a counter question or rather, a counterpoint of musical proportions. What do I intend to achieve? Well, none really! Through this small, deficient piece I want to reflect. Once, after the theory of relativity had been put forth, Einstein confessed to his colleague Wolfgang Pauli, For the rest of my life I want to reflect on what light is. It is perhaps not entirely an accident that a focus on light is also the first visual act of the newborn child.... I am no poet and can safely distance myself from the stellar congregation of minds adrift in meandrine elegance. My otherwise obstreperous senses showed up some perspicacious faculties when I introspected on my teachers who made me think, albeit with little perspicuity. I dedicate these unworthy lines to them.... When I think why I was born, I go back to you, dry and shorn; And ask, Why this Life.........? Of eternal pain and ceaseless strife.... You hold my hand with ageless grace, And calm my soul with a starry embrace.. And say, my son, you were born to Lead.... Long before ..youre anointed with a noble deed,.. Let this ephemeral Life teach you a simple thing, Put all your grit in human Being.... As the world darkens before your eyes, You will cease to hear the sound of Sighs.. Teachers Day...2014
Posted on: Thu, 04 Sep 2014 16:16:58 +0000
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